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“Again,” she begs, so I repeat the same movement. Over and over. “Adrian,” she says softly while I play with her nipples, rolling them between my fingers.
“Scream it,” I say, so she does, my merciless thrusts becoming quicker with each one.
“Adrian,” she pants, pulling my head down to feel my lips press against hers. “Faster,” she begs against my mouth, and I pick up speed, turning her into a loud, moaning mess. My groans fill the room, and she revels in them, the sound exciting her. I can see it in the way she smiles. “Oh, yes,” she moans, reassuring me for the thousandth time.
“Fly for me,mon ange,” I whisper into her ear, burying my face into the crook of her neck.
Everything inside of me tightens. Pleasure sweeps through me. And then, I’m the one who’s flying, my head in the clouds as I thrust into her, letting her ride out her orgasm while enjoying wave over wave of pleasure myself.
My movements slow, my body still shaking from the orgasm as I groan her name several times and sink onto her chest. I roll my hips for a little longer, trying to savor every moment.
“I can’t believe we just did that,” she says, pushing my hair off my sweaty forehead. She’s just as sweaty and breathless as I am, completely unraveled by something as simple as a goddamn orgasm.
“I think this weekend has just made the top ten of my favorite race weekends,” I say, slipping out of her and discarding the condom. Nevaeh laughs a little while watching my ass as I walk away, and I smile to myself.
Once we’re both cleaned up, we fall back into bed. Nevaeh wraps herself around me, and I drag her even closer, inhaling her sweet scent. I kiss her forehead once before tracing that all too familiar infinity symbol on her back.
Because I want to keep her in my life forever.
I never want to let go, and I hope nothing will ever take her from me.
“I love you so much,mon paradis,” I blurt out, so fucking incapable of keeping these words to myself even though I used to be the best at it.
Nevaeh tilts her head and grabs my face in her hands before she says, “I love you endlessly,mein Mond.” Then she seals those words with a kiss, one so full of emotion, I feel it deep inside my soul.
Chapter 56
Nevaeh
It’sTuesdaymorning,andI’m a little late for work. I sent in the article yesterday after getting Leonard’s approval, but Ms. Martin hasn’t emailed me back any improvement suggestions, which made me smile. She must think I’m improving if she has nothing to comment on.
My feet bring me to my desk, but no one seems to be missing me yet. Relief briefly washes over me before I concentrate on everything that I have to do today. I haven’t finished editing the photos from the weekend yet, the ones Mrs. Lu sometimes uses for different articles written by Gillian.
I’m about to start on the first one when Genevieve appears in front of me, tapping the papers on my desk to get my attention.
“Come with me,” she says, and I swallow hard. Disappointment lingers on her face, a frown playing on her lips.
“I’m sorry I was late,” I blurt out as I follow her to the main office, thinking that must be the reason why she is upset with me.
“It was only three minutes, Nevaeh. That’s not why I have asked you here,” she explains, sending a wave of fear through me. My eyes shift to her desk where Mrs. Lu and Ms. Martin sit.
Anger has taken over my bosses’ features and I’m convinced panic mine. I stop at the door, not moving another centimeter. I couldn’t, even if I wanted to.
“You lied to me,” is the first thing that comes out of Ms. Martin’s mouth. Disappointment also covers Mrs. Lu’s face, but she doesn’t say a word.
Genevieve gently grabs my arm to pull me inside, closing the door behind me to keep this conversation private. I’m about to ask my bosses what it is I’ve lied about when Ms. Martin finds her voice again.
“How many times did I ask you if something was going on between you and Mr. Romana?” she asks but doesn’t give me a chance to respond. “Many times, Nevaeh, and you lied to me every single time. Before you attempt to do so again, I suggest you come to take a look at what a good friend of yours sent me,” she states and holds out her phone, a video of Adrian and me dancing and kissing at ‘Bourbon House’ playing on the screen.
My face is barely visible, and if someone hadn’t told her it was me under that cowboy hat, I doubt she would have recognized me. It was too dark, too crowded.
I cover my mouth both because I’ve been caught and because I feel extremely violated. A friend of mine sent that video? Who the fuck would do that to me? Certainly, no one I went there with, right?
“I’m sorry,” I manage to croak out, but my throat is dry. It’s the only thing I can say, not that Ms. Martin would have given me a chance to speak more anyway.
“What are you sorry about? Hmm? That you got caught?” I shake my head, too stunned and overwhelmed to reply. “That’s the problem with sleeping with two men, Nevaeh, one of them will always get hurt and look for payback.”
My breathing hitches as realization dawns on me. Lincoln took the video. He must have gone to that bar, too, recorded us, and sent it to my bosses.
